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Grandma Still Loves Grandpa - Ann Lee Miller
I stood in the galley slapping together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for my lunch at St. Hugh’s. Dad walked the length of the cabin and started up the companionway. I scrunched my nose. “Peew! What’s that smell?” Dad was full of smells, like a mid-Eastern bazaar—pungent and not always pleasant. Dad stopped on …